Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 116 The Army of the Old Ones
"The complete white king's heart and spirit, except for the imperfect body of the dragon, is basically equivalent to that white emperor reappearing in the world, right?"

"How? After witnessing the power that can truly be called the 'emperor' of the Dragon Clan, do you feel inferior?"

Lu Mingze said with a smile, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

He and the "emperor" stood still in the night food field where the endless thunder fell like the end of the day, watching the sickle that seemed to tear the world apart in the distance.

The "emperor" didn't speak, although his body trembled slightly under the power of the terrifying speech spirit, but the expression on his face was full of fanaticism and greed.

The golden light shone like a golden sun rising, and a golden giant blade as huge as the Death Scythe shone in the world. The collision of the two was enough to destroy everything in the world!
As if the glass mirror reflecting the sky and the earth was broken, there was a loud sound of breaking, and the pale yellow scythe was smashed head-on by the giant sword, and the turbulent air waves and energy flames swept across the entire Nibelungen.

Yan Ling. Death Scythe was destroyed!
The authority of the king of the earth and the mountain can lock the "eye" of all things, as long as the eye is defeated, no matter how hard or flexible the thing itself is, it will be defeated.

The White King simulated and copied this part of the power very well - but it still doesn't work!

The golden sun-like halo on the back of Lu Mingfei's head showed obvious golden edges, which brought him new strength——

Powers of the Holy Word from the Great Emperor!

This is a direct manifestation of the emperor's will, erupting in Lu Mingfei's sincere heart of loyally fighting for the emperor and mankind, the incomparable spiritual energy gathered and condensed, and turned into a sharp sword to judge the alien.

"This is the Emperor's judgment!"

The sound of his roar was like thunder, dazzling streamers shot out from the wings behind him, the speed broke through the sound barrier, and he drove the incomparable giant sword to kill the White King.

Word spirit. Return to dust, simulated release!
invalid!

The energy condensed to form the terrifying giant sword ignored the forced decomposition effect of Yan Ling. Guichen. It is an inorganic substance that does not belong to this world. The power of the dragon clan that can command the world cannot make it collapse on its own!
The golden eyes on the remaining six ferocious heads of Bai Wang once again showed a look between panic and fear. It is impossible for His huge body to dodge, and the sword of judgment is approaching. As the supreme White Emperor, he can only take it hard!
Ling Ling. Fudo Myo, simulated release!
White King's fourth head chanted high-pitched, named Fudo Myo's Word Spirit Release.

The high-heated monarch flame that turned itself into a furnace dissipated before, and the still-hot scales were stained with a dark luster. The huge dragon body became like black gold in the blink of an eye. Underneath is a bright luster.

The two legendary swords named "Amazon Cloud" that He was carrying on his back were dragged by the giant tail and swung to the front of him, facing the falling golden giant sword straightly.

At the same time, the other heads of the White King were also singing other powerful words, vowing to smash and destroy this disrespectful person.

But immediately, Yan Ling's chanting was interrupted, and replaced by a roar of pain and anger that could shatter human eardrums!
Those two long, thin and sharp bones failed to stop the judgment of the emperor's will, Tian Congyun was cut off, and the tough dragon body strengthened by Fudo Myoko seemed to be as weak as thin paper. The Emperor's Fury blasted straight through King Bai's front.

One of the heads was split into two under the surge of spiritual energy, and it was dissipated into a cloud of blood mist.

Followed by the blood gushing out from the ferocious wound, it was as hot as magma, and the awakened god suffered the most serious trauma in history!
The spiritual giant sword dissipated and turned into a monstrous golden holy flame that burned his body——

This time, the White King really ignited!

"Used humble slave! How dare you insult and hurt the noble white Holy Emperor! Unforgivable!"

Burned by the holy golden flame, the White King roared to the sky.

Responding to him was Lu Mingfei who hit down like a golden meteor. The Jingyue sword in his hand first scratched the left eye of the first head on the right side of the alien, and then pierced through the right eye. The bright red blood covered the alien. Those shining golden pupils.

Lu Mingfei was bathed in the blood of the White King—this is the dragon blood of the most noble king in the history of the dragon clan. In the stories passed down by the mixed race, it has the effect of making the mixed race evolve, just like bathing in the "Song of the Nibelungen". The hero Siegfried, who has been reborn with dragon blood so that he is invulnerable.

Even just one drop is enough to drive those mixed-race nobles crazy.

But to Lu Mingfei, it was nothing more than dirty alien blood.

Bai Wang's injured head frantically flicked, trying to shake the hateful bug away from his body, but Lu Mingfei stood still, and the holy wings behind him turned the energy-spouting wings, aiming at the eyes that were stabbed and blinded. The ferocious dragon head.

"boom!"

The surging golden holy flame pierced through the alien's wailing head in an instant, and the blooming flame tail burned his flesh and blood. The body of the White King once again lost a head that could be used by him.

Lu Mingfei felt a burst of collapse for no reason, his body suddenly fell back weakly, and fell from the blown-up dragon head.

A moment later, he regained his strength, and the energy gushing from his wings re-driven his body to fly, and landed firmly on the ground.

"what happened……"

Lu Mingfei panted heavily, stood leaning on his sword, and whispered to himself.

He was a little puzzled by the state just now.

If Chu Zihang or others were here, they would be horrified to find that Lu Mingfei's golden eyes and eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were scorched black, as if they were being scorched by the blazing golden flame in his body.

The moment the halo behind his head stayed before it took shape, the power to build this halo of the saint weakened.

Not only is the Emperor's will powerful and boundless, but it is also as heavy as a mountain.

His soul accepted the Emperor's gaze, but the strength that this body could bear seemed to have reached its limit.

Unless this body is burned and reshaped by the Emperor into the body of a complete saint—

But for some reason, Lu Mingfei could feel that the great will did not do so.

"I will dedicate everything to you, the great emperor of mankind, and I will fulfill your will to eliminate all aliens and heresies that harm mankind on this planet..."

"I am absolutely loyal to you, and I am absolutely devout to humans..."

Lu Mingfei immediately knelt down on one knee and prayed. He was not afraid that he would lose the blessing and power of the emperor—even without the gift of the emperor, he would rush to the alien without hesitation until he died in battle. Instinct of the Weeper Astartes.

He was afraid that his impure body mixed with alien blood would cause the Emperor to doubt his loyalty—

Of course, this is Lu Mingfei's wishful thinking, and no one can figure out what is in the heart of that great will.

After the solemn and succinct prayer, Lu Mingfei's eyes gushing with golden anger swept towards the huge alien in the distance.

That being the case, then donate the head and blood of this alien to the great emperor on the golden throne to prove your loyalty!
During the time he was praying, King Bai moved his huge and badly injured body away from him. King Bai, who ruled the world in the ages, actually flinched!

With the only four remaining heads, he chanted the common Fanao Longwen, and the forbidden word spirit that had been silent for thousands of years returned to the world again.

Word spirit. Return to the source.

The time hand recording the existence of the White King was moved back for a short time, as if the time was flowing backwards, and the heavily injured Yamata no Orochi body of the White King was returning to its uninjured state!
The two heads that had been cut off together with the necks turned into white mist and disappeared in place, replaced by four intact dragon heads reappearing on the body of King Bai.

The two bones of Tian Congyun at the tail that were chopped into pieces by the Holy Word psionic giant sword also recovered as before.

The eight heads of the White King let out a new roar in unison.

"It actually recovered...then cut it again!"

Lu Mingfei looked at him coldly, grasped Jingyue's great sword tightly, and didn't have too many strange emotions because of King Bai's recovery.

The living creatures inside the blade gulped down the blood of the Dragon King while bathing in the holy splendor, happily responding to their master's desire to kill.

"I will take the army of the old days and rule the whole world!"

"During this period, you, an arrogant and blasphemous slave, will definitely be hung on the long banner. I want to see you shed the last drop of blood. Your skull will become my throne stone and be suppressed forever!"

The White King roared furiously, and chanted the ultimate forbidden words that belonged exclusively to his authority.

Privileges of the ancient times. Phantom mirage.

Only the word spirit with the exclusive authority of the Dragon King can be dubbed "immemorial authority".

The melodious chanting of words and spirits sounded like the sound of ancient horns on ancient battlefields, as if calling for the ancient army to return from the land of the underworld to the present world.

The unknown realm of words and spirits unfolded rapidly the moment the syllables were sung, the world returned to darkness, and pale and thick clouds enveloped the Nibelungen, the food of the night.

The only unyielding light is where Lu Mingfei is. He broke through the blockade of clouds and mists, and hovered in the air with the shining energy flow from the wings behind him.

After a while, the white mist dissipated, and what Lu Mingfei saw was a pale army that could not be seen at a glance!
Speech spirit. Phantom mirage, one of the taboo speech spirits that belonged exclusively to King Bai, and it was also the strongest speech spirit that he could release under the constraints of his current dragon body.

Under the supreme spiritual power of the White King, any thing that exists in reality will be reappeared as an illusion in this field, and has the same fighting power and power as in reality.

He awakened the dragon army that had followed him to rebel against the black emperor's throne!

There are only a few records about the great rebellion war. People only know that King Bai encouraged one-third of the pure-blooded dragons to launch a rebellion, but no one knows the size of this "one-third" army. .

But now, Lu Mingfei witnessed this seemingly endless pale army with his own eyes.

Headed by the White King, they spread to the rear. There are dragons showing fierce and ferocious dragon bodies, and there are also generals in human form wearing crowns and armor sitting on bronze alchemy chariots, countless mixed-blood human servants, and mixed-blood war beasts. Wearing a ferocious bronze mask and holding an alchemy sword, they lined up neatly behind the noble dragons;
There is also a large army in the dark sky, dragons flying with huge wings, unknown humanoid aliens with membranous wings on their backs, and dragon metal dragon boats floating in the air by means of alchemy...

King Bai no longer cares about the price of releasing this kind of speech spirit. He wants to lead his army of the old days, and plant long white banners in every corner of the world to reconquer the world!

Before that -

Bai Wang's eight pairs of fiery golden eyes swept towards the angel of death who was exuding a golden aura high in the sky:
First kill this rebellious slave, and dye a white flag with eye-catching scarlet.

(End of this chapter)